"We do not remember days, we remember moments."
"The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We'll speak to the night as it's whispering softly."
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Source: Cesare Pavese, Geoffrey Brock (2002). “Disaffections: complete poems 1930-1950”, Copper Canyon Pr
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